::::::::::Chloe::::::::::
I fumbled with my mascara, having already applied my lipstick, eye shadow, and everything else, this was all i had left. Well, makeup wise. I was still wearing a bathroom, with my wet hair hanging down in a dripping mess. I had discovered Harry's phone number slipped into my pocket, and when i texted him, we had arranged a date. Tonight, at 9:30 PM, which was in one hour, Harry Styles would come pick me up, and we would go to Giorgino's, a fancy Italian restaurant, that only the high-class citizens of LA could afford. He had also told me to dress elegantly. So, after i finished my makeup, i hurried over to my closet, where i picked out a royal blue strapless dress, with black lace decorating it. I wore my favorite pair of ballerina platforms, and a pair of earrings my mother gave me before i left Connecticut. You see, i had started college classes as a junior in high-school, so by the time i graduated, i was all set. I had a nice job as an Aeropostale manager, and also an actress/singer/dancer when i had free-time. Anyways, i got my special brush and curler out, and pulled my hair into an elegant bun, with a black bow on top. I checked myself in the mirror, and took a sharp breath in. I looked breathtaking. This was the most care i had ever put in to a first date. I grabbed my phone, and did the first thing my best friend Charlotte would do. I took a selfie. When i was finished snapping the pictures, i posted them on Facebook, and Instagram. I also sent them to Charlotte.
Charlotte: Oooh honey! Who is the lucky guy?
Me: Guess
Charlotte; Gurl dont make me!
Me: HARRY FREAKING STYLES!
Charlotte: Lmao, cute girl, now who?
Me: Nevermind, i will send a pic when he gets here.
Charlotte: txt me if he has cute friends, k?
Me: U know it gurl
Charlotte: ;)
I smiled, and turned off my phone. Charlotte was my best friend, ever since i have been fifteen, and we met in my sophomore, nd her freshman year. She would be moving in with me, as soon as she graduated and got a job. Like me, she was academically advanced. I smiled, thinking of her blonde hair, andoptimistic way of looking at things. I loved her, as a friend of course. I am as straight as a pencil, so she doesn't need to worry about that. I start pacing, and glance at the clock. 8:53. I flip on the Tv, and start watching the news. Nothing interesting. Oh god. I am bored to death.
Ding Ding Ding Ding Dong Dong Dong Dong Dingy Dongy Dingy Dongy Dong Dong Ding
The answer to my prayers has come, sent in the form of a ridiculous doorbell. I open the door, and am greeted by a beaming Harry. he looks me over, and nods in approval. I shut the door, locking it with my key, and hey interlocks our elbows. I follow him down the steps, and out of the lobby. A limousine! He opens the door, and i step in. He follows me, and we continue on our fabulous journey.
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Best Summer Ever
FanfictionChloe Wylde is used to fame. Not that she has it, but she has grown up her whole life surrounded by people who do. So, when Harry Styles approaches her, she doesn't freak out. Instead, she does the complete opposite. She calmly, and coolly accepts a...
